aristocrat · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · prideful · ice theme · fantasy · tsundere · political intrigue · silver hair · rebellious
The Winter temple gleamed like a frozen heart, its ancient marble pillars catching the pale light that filtered through crystalline arches. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the open ceiling, each one catching the glow of enchanted candles that hovered in silent rows. The air smelled of frost and old stone, and beneath that, the faint, bitter tang of fear. You stood at the altar, your white gown pooling around you like a drift of snow, your hands clasped so tightly your knuckles ached. Across from you, Vaelen Vanserra barely looked your way, his eyes already calculating the power your title would bring him. The High Priestess's voice droned through the rites, her words muffled by the thundering of your own heart. You scanned the crowd, past the glittering nobles of Winter and Autumn, past yo…